Ibuprofen has the same effect 400mg or above, no reason to take any more. Found this out when I got some in Spain, popped a couple out of habit, discovered they were 600mg each! So did a bit of digging about dosage.

Richard Leadbetter's gesticulation in Digital Foundry videos. I can't make out any connection between his gestures and what he's saying, it's just a nonstop loop of the same 5 gestures again and again through the entire video and it's really distracting and drives me fucking crazy.

People who eat too slowly. I'm on a train and the bloke opposite me is taking forever to eat a packet sandwich and some crisps. He'll have a bite of his sandwich and a couple of crisps and then sit there for five minutes. Get on with it you twat.

Jambajuice wrote:
I bought some Ibuprofen on holiday in the US recently. It was $15 for a packet that would cost about 40p here. Donít know if that is standard over there or if I was just completely ripped off.

I got a bottle of 50 BRAND X ibuprofen for $1.99 the other day, Advil was indeed more of a rip off than Nurofen somehow

Jambajuice wrote:
I bought some Ibuprofen on holiday in the US recently. It was $15 for a packet that would cost about 40p here. Donít know if that is standard over there or if I was just completely ripped off.

I got a bottle of 50 BRAND X ibuprofen for $1.99 the other day, Advil was indeed more of a rip off than Nurofen somehow

I was in the US last week and bought unbranded ibuprofen in Walmart for $1 or so.

thelzdking wrote:
People who eat too slowly. I'm on a train and the bloke opposite me is taking forever to eat a packet sandwich and some crisps. He'll have a bite of his sandwich and a couple of crisps and then sit there for five minutes. Get on with it you twat.

I'd alter this slightly. "People who buy the smelliest possible sandwiches to eat on trains (and the shops that sell them)". I've not found it too big a deal in London, though McDonalds food smells foul and shouldn't be eaten on a train.

But way back in my postgrad days, I spent 18 months living in Durham. Whenever I got the train back to Manchester to see the parents, people would get on at Leeds with the rankest, vilest sandwiches imaginable. I can only imagine there was some kind of specialist foul-sandwiches shop at the station, selling baguettes with fillings like "rotting seal carcass", "fermented mackerel in a garlic and pickled egg glaze" and "decaying balls of elephant shit smothered with baked beans and Dulux paint".

thelzdking wrote:
People who eat too slowly. I'm on a train and the bloke opposite me is taking forever to eat a packet sandwich and some crisps. He'll have a bite of his sandwich and a couple of crisps and then sit there for five minutes. Get on with it you twat.

This reminds me of my bestest ladyfriend - bless her - who once was sat besides me in the cinema and was having some crisps. She was generally quiet about it but also carefully picked each teeny weeny crisp out of the bag one at a time and slowly ground it to dust before proceeding to the next.

Queue over half an hour of non-stop alternating, muffled but still audible crunching and rustling of a crisps bag during a film. Gnnnn!!!

Rogueywon wrote:
I'd alter this slightly. "People who buy the smelliest possible sandwiches to eat on trains (and the shops that sell them)". I've not found it too big a deal in London, though McDonalds food smells foul and shouldn't be eaten on a train.

But way back in my postgrad days, I spent 18 months living in Durham. Whenever I got the train back to Manchester to see the parents, people would get on at Leeds with the rankest, vilest sandwiches imaginable. I can only imagine there was some kind of specialist foul-sandwiches shop at the station, selling baguettes with fillings like "rotting seal carcass", "fermented mackerel in a garlic and pickled egg glaze" and "decaying balls of elephant shit smothered with baked beans and Dulux paint".

Ages ago now, I worked in open plan office and my section was crammed into the corner and the twat behind me use to have the most smelliest, nasty egg sandwiches. It smelt like a sewer with rotting animal carcass. The cunt would never eat them in the kitchen and would become more of a cunt if you mentioned it. Apparently he almost shit himself as dashed to the toilet after a dodgy egg sandwich one day. Serves him right